Robert Walker - Children of Salem

CHILDREN OF SALEM

ROBERT W. WALKER

Copyright 2010 by Robert W. Walker, www.robertwalkerbooks.com

Cover copyright 2010 by Stephen Walker, www.srwalkerdesigns.com

BOOK ONE

Prologue

Boston, March 5, 1692

You want me to go into Salem Village Parish disguised as a man of the cloth and that doesnt offend you? Jeremiah Wakely hoped the level of his shock didnt show on his face.

Not in the least! Reverend Cotton Mather fired back, registering the surprise on Wakelys starkly handsome Black Irish features.

Not in the least, parroted Jeremiah in a near whisper, pushing aside a shock of raven-black hair.

Not so long as it provides us with what we need, Brother Wakley. The two men had walked the length of the public area of the great North Church of Boston from rear pew to altar. Look here, Jeremiah, my friend, youll have no problem ingratiating yourself with this Reverend Samuel Parris.

I am not so sure, sir? Not from what Ive seen of him in the court records your father provided me.

Parris has asked for another pair of hands at his troubled meetinghouse, so the mans expecting us to send someone, Reverend Cotton Mather assured Jeremiah Wakely as he walked him deeper into the bowels of the First Church of Boston. And you with your gift of appearing anything but who you areand with your knowledge of law and theologywho better to pull off this subterfuge?

My going into Salem Village Parish disguised as a man of the cloth doesnt offend you . . . or your father? Jeremiah asked.

Not so long as it provides us with what we need, Brother Wakely.

Im just not anxious to go back to the place of my birth asas an agent for the Boston Church. It was hardly the only reason Jeremy wished to steer clear of Salem. Bad history for one, and Serenity for anotherSerena, he and her brothers called her.

Jeremy had seen Serenas family name on more than one of the petitions and complaints labeled at the relatively new minister at Salem, this dubious fellow named Parris. Truth be known, Jeremys true reluctance to take on this assignment had all to do with Serena Nurseyoungest daughter to Rebecca and Francis Nurse. His planif ever to make her hishad not included spying while playing the role of an apprentice minister. Even so, his heart swelled at the thought of finding her after all this time.

He pictured her smile, the radiant blue eyes, sun-dappled hair, and trim body. He recalled their last kiss at the Frost Fish Rivers edge, and their first kiss in the great hayloft. He recalled her laughing and running from him. He pictured her swinging down on a knotted rope that her father had made for the childrens sport.

The Nurses had been a large and generous family, and hed loved Serena. But it had been a decade since hed left Serena behind without word of why.

Please, Jeremy, Mather was speaking in his ear, having to tiptoe to reach Jeremys height while holding open the door to the great hall leading to the sanctuary and the library. Who better for this work than you?

Theres Boswell, Connery! Jeremy held hat in hand and still the doorway must be negotiated carefully for his six-foot frame.

But you know the terrain and the peopleyou were once one of them.

I was never one of them, sir.

Jeremiah caught sight of himself and Mather in the great mirror at the end of the polished red corridor. An odd-looking couple ill-fitted to one another. Wakelys muscular lanky frame beside Mathers hefty, barrel-chested body created the look of a blackguard highwayman conspiring with a cloaked minister whose tender limp spoke of the gout. Certainly, Mather appeared too young for the disease but in fact, he ate far too well. Jeremiah must slow his own stride to keep from out-pacing the minister whod placed so much coin in his hands.

You know what I mean. Father insists you are our manthe best hope in this affair. Mathers appeal bounced off the wall and echoed down the corridor. He may as well be shouting.

Jeremiah wondered how effective he could be on thishopefullyhis last assignment on behalf of Increase MatherCotton Mathers father and head of the church in the Massachusetts Bay Colony.

This wasnt the first time hed been summoned to the back rooms of the largest church in all of Boston to do a job for the Mather family. The pay was generous, and the favors and promises real gifts. To have Increase Mathers respect and gratitude, not to mention the top minister and legal mind in the country indebted to him? These rewards were too good a prize for a young and ambitious man to turn from. Jeremiah had searched for years to find his place in the world, here in the Bay Colony, and to see his way to his fortune and his comfort. Hed long before stopped dreaming of all that he wanted in life, but here was a chance at a gold ring or two.

Get inside that disturbed parish, Mr. Wakley, Cotton Mather instructed.

To be honest, sir Jeremiah felt odd calling Cotton, a shorter and even younger man than himself, sir, but Cotton Mather was the heir apparent hereId rather tangle with pagan Indians than face certain Salem villagers. Returning unannounced and doing the sort of work I do? What might it cost in the end? Any last vestige of hope of making peace with Serena? Itd surely amount to old wounds reopened. Or seeing the ugly truth of itwounds so well healed over as to give her no discomfort whatsoever?

Mather laughed at Jeremiahs last remark and showed his guest through an inner door, a magnificent library, something to challenge the library at Harvard College. Jeremiah scanned the room, wishing he could read every book here when his eye fell on an infamous title: General Rules for Excommunication and Witch Craft Proceedings. One tomb he cared not to read.

Youve done well keeping us apprised of Indian movements, Jeremy. Mather indicated a leather chair, but Jeremiah continued scanning book titles instead, mesmerized. But this matter of that troubled village parish has become a disease, and we must know the facts.

So many differing sides from what Ive seen so far, Jeremy muttered.

Exactly! Its become a hydra of tongues in our courts.

Mathers unusual metaphor for the troubles among the parishioners at Salem Village and some in Salem Seaport threw Jeremiah into a reverie. From all the papers that he had read of the cases that had continually plagued the courts, it appeared that since the day Reverend Samuel Parris signed his contract at Salem, discord ruled. The minister himself had become an angry, bitter, and displeased fellow; displeased with a large contingent of his congregation.

Perhaps the man is angry by nature, Mather continued, shrugging, but now hes angry over this infernal contract.

Questions every word and point, it seems, Jeremy agreed, turning from the books to face Mather. And he wishes to sue individuals and whole families.

Repeatedly! Mathers hefty mid-section bounced with his laughter. And the mans repeatedly choking the court system. Hes obsessed! Imagine a man using the courts to combat those whove employed him.

Jeremy had seen Parris court papers a few days before when Increase Mather asked him for an opinion. It was the first time hed seen the Nurses named in the suitSerenas father, Francis in particular. In fact, his initial reaction to seeing anyone finding any fault with Francis Nurse left Jeremy scratching his head. This man and his wife had been the kindest of people toward Jeremy.

The opposition had tired of Parris three-year reign over the village parish, and according to these parishioners, itd been a tyrannical rule at best. A Puritan meetinghouse held certain democratic principles, at least among the elder male and female adults, but even these freedoms of the freemen and freewomen in Salem Village, some felt, were under threat of complete loss so long as Parris presided there.